A Surprising Twist of Fates (Sierra and Theo)

Chater 3 For as long as Benson could remember, Sierra had clung to him like glue, constantly meddling in his business. It was obvious that she adored him, but she always put on that aloof front, pretending she didn't care.

Her life was a quiet routine of reading, blending perfumes, playing the piano, and cooking-so dull, so lifeless.

Being around her felt suffocating like all the fun had been drained from his world. The only saving grace? She was obedient. There was no way she'd go through with breaking up.

She was just angry. Sierra had been mad at him before, plenty of times. He'd give her a small gift, toss out a few sweet words, and soon enough, she'd come running back to him with that same silly devotion.

"Just watch. Once this blows over, I'll send her a quick text. Next thing you know, she'll be at my place making me that special hangover remedy of hers. Women—you can't spoil them too much."

He spoke with utter confidence, certain she would never leave him. His self-satisfaction brought a lazy smirk to his lips.

"Damn, Benson! You've got your girl wrapped around your finger!"

"Honestly, I'm jealous. Even my housekeeper isn't as attentive as she is!"

Benson chuckled, draping an arm around Sophie's waist. "I'm in a good mood tonight. After we finish the cake, we'll head out for more fun. Tonight's on me—whatever you want."

had soaked through half of her white dress, and the

were watching a clown staggering through the streets. Tears

that she didn't even notice the man stepping into her path until she collided

"Mr. Gray!"

jumped in alarm. He quickly stepped forward, ready to pull away

assumption was the usual—a shameless attempt by yet another

intervene, the woman staggered back on her own and collapsed to the ground. He blinked, momentarily thrown off. Was this some kind

faking a fall here! You were the one who ran into Mr. Gray!" Adrian snapped. Theo's sharp gaze shifted downward, immediately catching the smear of blood now staining his shirt where the woman had collided with him. His

I didn't mean to," Sierra murmured

her body felt utterly drained, her limbs limp and

her voice, Theo's dark eyes flickered with a sudden intensity. He

a brief moment, disbelief flitted across

crouched down beside her and reached out and brushed her

the dim glow spilling from the hotel entrance,

voice resonant and smooth, like the lingering note of

her head, her vision hazy, as though she were staring at a familiar face